In a rut

[swindleslog]

I am in a bit of a writing rut, and feeling kinda closed up and claustrophobic in my head today, if that makes any sense. I'm having one of those periods where starting anything seems like a huge insurmountable task, even though your rational brain knows that is a load of a bull

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[swindleslog]

"I'm not participating in your attempts at social grooming. No, I'm sorry. That's an intimate and highly questionable part of what you seem to think is your mating rituals, and I will not partake in it. No." The hand he'd been using to swat at the beast was grabbed in a huff, but Blurr was quick to cuff him on the opposite side with the elements of speed and surprise, and regained the use of both servos.

"No, and I don't care how much you growl or how mad you pretend to be. I am not grooming you and you are most definetly not about to groom me. Now just go- go sit over there, on your side of the roost." The bigger mech stared at him, annoyed. "No. Go. Get. You heard me."

He tried again, and Blurr just kept on slapping him away until he left in a huff to crouch over the ledge opposite the nest. Periodically he'd glare over his shoulder, eyes full of reproach and blame.

"Sulk away. Don't care. Not doing it. I am not a bird, or a saurian beast, or anything else, I am a Cybertronian and proud, and where I come from we most certainly do not nibble and pinch at each other until we're clean. You can just stay right over there all night for all I care."

[kujasangela]

Awwwww yeah. Why do you keep denying him, Blurr? You know you want that adorable Swoop.